Chapter 40: Flying Sword Technique, is this even worthy of being called that?
The bloodstains on the long street had not yet dried, but the people on both sides had already dispersed.
The stall collapsed, the vegetable leaves scattered all over the ground...
A depressed look.
The end of the long street.
Four figures dressed in black, carrying sword cases on their backs and wearing bamboo hats on their heads, slowly came over.
They are different from the ordinary Qingyi Sword Sect disciples. They wear black robes and have yellow pear wood sword cases on their backs, which contain at least three swords.
In the sword sect, Zang Sanjian is the master of the Five Rings.
The strength of the four people in front of him was indeed very strong, and none of them was weaker than the previous Dao Sect Han Lianxiao.
Behind the four of them, there were teams of Iron-Blooded Army soldiers chasing them with long swords in hand.
However, the four sword masters were so fast that even though they were walking, the running soldiers were unable to catch up with them.
The goal of these four masters is simple, to capture the leader first.
Beiluo City was the target of the sword sect, and they had originally been hiding in a remote place outside Beiluo City.
After receiving the message from Jing Yue, one of the Seven Heroes of the Sword Sect, he rushed over immediately.
Beiluo's young master Lu Ping'an was so crazy that he started a killing spree, completely breaking the rules of the game.
This made it impossible for them to take their time to attack Beiluo, so they had no choice but to use the most desperate method.
In fact, even if they were masters, choosing to enter the city to capture and kill Lu Fan was extremely dangerous.
After all, once surrounded and beaten by the army, there is a high possibility of death on the spot.
Therefore, they chose to fight quickly and decisively, and in the fastest way possible, they went directly into the enemy camp, broke it by force, captured and killed Lu Fan, and then escaped.
As long as they are not surrounded by the army, with the strength of the seven heroes of their sword sect, they can definitely escape.
The sword school is good at producing assassins.
The swordsmen of their sword school believe in settling scores and being straightforward.
Kill people in the world and escape from the sword.
The sun sets in the west.
The sky gradually darkened, and a feeling of gloom and solemnity swept over the long street.
Yi Yue pushed the wheelchair, and the sound of wooden wheels rolling on blue bricks could be heard.
Lu Fan was wearing a white robe, sitting upright in a wheelchair, one hand supporting his chin, his hair hanging down on his cheeks.
Ni Yu nervously carried the chessboard on his back, puffed up his face, and stared ahead.
Nie Zhangqing held the butcher knife, his face stern, his steps slow, and every step he took was gathering strength.
He knows...
Next, there will be a difficult battle.
Luo Cheng was escorting important personnel from the three major families.
Liu Ye, Zhu Yishan and others also looked pale as they mixed in the crowd.
Chen Beixun's eyes were ashen, he lowered his head, his beautiful beard had already become extremely dirty, and his body was shaking slightly, which was due to fear.
The Chen family is gone...
The Liu family and the Zhu family are also gone. The once strong aristocratic families were wiped out just like that.
Lu Fan's fierceness and decisiveness once again severely impacted his mind.
He thought that without Lu Changkong around, Lu Fan would be restrained, but... he was wrong.
Lu Changkong's departure from the city to the capital made Lu Fan even more reckless and unbridled...
The three great families were raided directly, and the important personnel of more than thirty merchants, large and small, were all killed by Lu Fan with a wave of his hand.
This is a bloody day.
The sword master also died tragically on the spot.
Chen Beixun raised his head numbly.
He looked towards the end of the long street in the distance, and saw four sword masters wearing bamboo hats walking slowly towards him.
No excitement, no hope.
He had given up on the sword master.
Previously at Beiluo Lake, the sword sect’s master did not even fight, but fled on a boat.
Now, in the Chen family mansion, the sword master once again knocked his sword against the wall and fled at high speed...
The Grandmaster's two escapes pierced his heart.
His heart was dead and he no longer had any hope in the sword sect.
The wind is howling.
Only the remnants of the setting sun's rays remained, sprinkling across the long street, like coal stones in a furnace blooming with their final splendor.
No lengthy opening and no unnecessary nonsense.
Both parties know each other's intentions.
"I've been waiting, why doesn't Jing Yue show up?"
The leader, a swordsman wearing a conical hat and holding five swords in a sword case, frowned.
The other three were also confused.
"Forget it, I won't wait for him... The target is Lu Changkong's son in the wheelchair, Lu Ping'an."
"I stopped Nie Zhangqing, the abandoned disciple of Dao Sect..."
"You guys take action, kill them with one sword, leave after you kill them, and gather outside the city."
The leading swordsman had a hoarse and cold voice.
The words fell.
The tips of the swords in the four men's hands were pressed against the bluestone ground of the long street.
A harsh friction sound was heard and sparks flew.
The speed of the four swordsmen was getting faster and faster, the blood in their bodies was surging, and strange noises were heard one after another.
There was a strong wind that blew up the sand and leaves on the ground.
The vendors' stalls that had fallen to the ground were all blown far away by the force of the energy.
"kill!"
The leading swordsman shouted in a low voice!
The yellow pear wood sword cases behind the four men were shaking.
All the hidden swords were ejected.
The four swordsmen, in an orderly and neat manner, spun on the spot and kicked the hilt of each flying sword.
In addition to the main swords in their hands, the remaining nine swords were all standing straight and flying towards Lu Fan.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
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"Seven Heroes of the Sword School...Flying Sword Technique."
A low and hoarse voice sounded.
Lu Fan turned his head slightly, and found that a hunched figure appeared beside him without him noticing.
Old Huang, who had been hiding in the darkness, showed up.
This was the first time he appeared in front of Lu Fan. Lu Changkong asked him to protect Lu Fan. Now, Lu Fan was in a catastrophe, and he had to show up.
Lu Fan's face was very calm. He was not surprised or surprised at all when he saw Lao Huang.
When his soul became stronger, he would have detected Lao Huang's existence long ago.
"Master Yi Xiang, hiding his identity and secretly protecting himself..."
Lu Fan sighed.
Lu Changkong is really good to his son.
If a powerful master joined the defense of Beiluo City, the three major families would think carefully before betraying them.
It's a pity that one Grandmaster is not enough for this battle.
Old Huang found that Lu Fan was not at all surprised by his appearance, but was slightly surprised.
Yi Yue and Ni Yu were already stunned, Yi Yue even had her hands on the long whip at her waist.
Old Huang didn't explain, he just hunched over in his black robe, tense.
His eyes were fixed forward, staring intently at the swords flying towards him.
Sword School Flying Sword Technique...
He sacrificed his life, maybe he could... block a sword for the young master! Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, looked at the flying sword and curled his lips slightly, "Flying sword technique... is this appropriate?"
Nie Zhangqing took a step forward.
Nine flying swords made Nie Zhangqing's robe rustle. He held a butcher knife in his hand, his eyes were sharp, and his hair was flying.
His blood was trembling.
Then, he let out a low growl.
The butcher knife was swung.
Spiritual energy gushed out from the Qi Dan, coupled with the five sounds of Qi and blood, as if it was accompanied by the force of thunder.
"Imperial Sword!"
The spiritual energy is entangled on the butcher knife.
Old Nie swung his hand, and the butcher knife flew out, slashing nine swords with one blow! The faces of the four sword masters were hidden under their bamboo hats, and their faces could not be seen clearly.
The tips of their swords slashed across the blue bricks, and they quickened their pace, rushing towards Nie Zhangqing.
Everything became extremely hurried.
However……
For Lu Fan who is sitting in a wheelchair.
At this moment, time seems to have slowed down countless times and is flowing slowly.
The butcher knife and the nine swords collided with each other, and Lu Fan leisurely took the chessboard from Ni Yu.
Nie Zhangqing and the four swordsmen were breathing heavily, while Lu Fan leisurely placed the chessboard on his thighs and wiped it with his breath.
The two swords flew over the butcher knife and came flying. Old Huang glared with anger, while Lu Fan's face was as white as jade, and his slender fingers slowly picked up a black piece from the chess box.
When the last ray of setting sun disappears in the sky, it is the moment when light and darkness meet.
Lu Fan rolled up his sleeves, and wisps of spiritual energy rose up around the wheelchair.
With a click, the black piece falls gracefully.
The moment the chess piece falls on the chessboard.
Around the wheelchair, air waves formed by the vibrations of spiritual energy radiated out in the air.
Invisible pressure spread instantly.
The moment of making a move.
The world was silent, and the flying sword suddenly froze in the air.
On the long street.
The four swordsmen who were fighting with Nie Zhangqing had their hats blown off, their pupils shrank incredibly, and their hair buns fell apart.
The air seemed to solidify and compress, turning into towering peaks and smashing into their bodies.
All four of them groaned.
The tip of the sword touched the ground, and he knelt on one knee! (End of this chapter)